Skeleton Knight, in Another World

On the northern continent, to the east facing the South Central Sea, there are vast forests.

Its vast forests, located on the border of La Latoia, inhabited by the Elves fleeing persecution of the people, are surrounded by thin, smoky morning mist, and there is still little sign of people outside.

Near the center of such a back is the mansion of the elder that encloses the inner part of this Laratoia, but the style is not the same as that of the dwelling of a normal person.

Under a wide spread branch leaf, its huge trunk is provided with several windows, with a peek at the beautiful glass embedded therein. The entire mansion is loosely built in such a way as to merge into its giant great trees, yet it showed fantastic standing amidst such an incredibly shaped yet idyllic view of the surrounding area.

In such a large tree mansion, I wake up patsy on a fluffy bed addressed to me and wake up physically.

Fix the slightly disfigured skin outfit like a dressing depicting a unique tattoo the Elves wore, and hide the body of their skeleton that was peeking from it.

The mirror hung in the corner of the room showed a skeleton with its upper body raised on the bed staring at its orbit with a blue soul-like light.

I've been dating a body for almost a long time since I've been in this world, but I still make strange moves to get certainty about whether it's really me when I see it in other things, and I check every step of the way.

As soon as I checked, I pulled the leather water bottle placed on the pillow and wiped the hot spring water that had been put inside - which had already cooled and turned into water - all at once.

Then soon a change appeared in my body.

The body of the skeleton that was tucked under the clothes changed as it glanced, and the effect of the curse, the water effect of the dragon crown tree (Road Crown) that was tucked into the water bottle, was shown.

In the mirror is not a strange moving skeleton figure until earlier, but a young man with proper brown-skinned flesh.

In his mid-thirties, he had a slightly longer dark hair, an Arabic beard in his jaw on his fierce face, and both eyes had a deep red color, but the long, pointed and characteristic ear shape could be seen at a glance.

Did you just say that elves that have different characteristics than the elves and dark elves in this world are well burned in the day, if you dare say so?

Move the returned flesh to tame it a little before loosening the stiffness of the shoulders.

"Hmm, that doesn't sound like a problem."

Still in the dim room, I get out of bed alone.

On the bed a green hairball still resting with spispispice rocked his tail slightly like a large cotton wool in response to the vibration of the shaken bed.

"Is Ponta still asleep too..."

The animal, named Ponta, who looked just like a fox about sixty centimetres long and had a musty skin membrane between his front and rear legs, had now become a complete partner on the journey, starting from when he accidentally helped.

The entire back is covered in grass hair, and to the belly and half the tail, a little stroke of the soft looking hairs wrapped in white fur, but there is no sign of waking up only by moving the mouth around the corn.

Keeping the silver full body armor and a large two-handed sword always equipped to hide the skeletal body in the corner of the room at the edge of his eyes, he devises a change of clothes but leaves the room intact.

In this world, the sun rises and people wake up and operate, but the mansion was filled with silence because the day had not yet risen.

From time to time the birds leaning against the great trees that make up the mansion can only be heard to a small extent, and all they have to do is sound their own footsteps trampling the floorboards.

I went downstairs to the second floor and peeked into the dining room where I always dined, but there was no sign of people.

"Hmmm, did I wake up too soon..."

A voice was accidentally rang from behind as he scratched his head in the back and peered into the kitchen jar where there was still no fire.

"Oh, you're up early today, Mr. Ark."

Looking back at that voice, there stood a dark elf-aged woman with golden eyes and pointed ears, with white hair tied like snow to her pale purple skin and hung on her shoulders.

He arms himself in such a way as to push up his abundant chest and leans his neck to surprise himself as he roams in the dining room.

"Oh, Lord Grenis."

She is the wife of an elder who wraps up inside this Laratoia, a woman who is now in the position of acting as an elder for whom the elder is outside.

"I was surprised to think of someone for a moment because it's not what it always looks like. Wow"

She leaks a sneak laugh when she crinkles.

My usual appearance is a skeleton, so I think it's usually worse for my heart to wander around the room looking like you, but is that a matter of getting used to it?

Perhaps the figure of a completely cursed skeleton is following the board.

"So? What happened early this morning?

Asking Glennis again, he returned the gaze he had dropped on his body.

"Oh, it was. Did you get permission to board a trading ship from Landfriar to the southern continent that you were saying the other day? That's what bothered me..."

With that said, Glennis glanced over his shoulder, perhaps with a gaze containing a faint colour.

"You know I can't get permission inside yesterday today, right? What? Are you so excited to go to the southern continent?

To her words, she missed that gaze, remembering the embarrassment of an elementary school student waking up early, unable to wait for an excursion, and shifted her gaze outside through the window provided in the dining room.

When it was dim, there was a slight leak of morning light outside, and a band of light was beginning to drip in the morning.

"Mmm, good morning...... You're early."

Then there was another woman's voice and she looked back towards you.

There, a woman very similar to Grenis came into the dining room rubbing her sleeping eyes and stretching out.

Her white, long hair on her pale purple skin stays straight down, her ears pointy to her golden eyes, and her face is also very similar to that of Glennis, who stands next to her and looks frightened. She is the daughter of Glennis.

His name is Arian Glennis Maple.

He is a warrior belonging to the forest capital Maple, the central city of the Canadian Great Forest where this elf lives, and a person who has been well looked after since he came to this world to this day.

Good morning, Lord Arian.

When I call Arian, who still looks asleep, I strike my hand in the wind that Glennis, who was watching it, came up with something.

"It's going to be a while before the trading ship gives you permission to enter the landfriar, and we haven't had breakfast yet, so why don't you, Ark, in the meantime, arch around with Arian for a little more with your sword or something?

That said, she turns back to Arian and smiles.

"Um, I'd appreciate it if you could deal with me..."

As I nod to Glennis' suggestion myself, I turn my gaze toward Arian, who will be his opponent, and wait for her response.

Now my flesh is uselessly high because it takes over the ability of my avatar when I was playing in the game, but the movement is monotonous because I am unfamiliar with combat at the heart of it, and when I deal with a hand job like Grenis, I am struck out.

Excellent power and speed, but I can't bend the curve - like that.

Well, I don't think she's as hands-on as she is in the world, but I'm pretty sure she should have gotten used to fighting a little more properly, considering what happened earlier.

Arian sighed heavily as she combed her slightly sleeping hair with her hands.

"Okay......, I don't really want to sweat scratch it so lightly so? Ark, let's go."

That's what Arian says and urges this way out of the dining room.

I'll stay in the kitchen and meet Glennis, who waves with a full grin, and I'll follow.

Stand up against Arian in the backyard of the Great Tree Mansion, under its large shade, and set up a wooden sword for practice.

Arian is only a warrior in the forest capital of Maple, and his swordsmanship arm is an impeccable opponent for doing arches above himself.

Conversely, there is something isolated in strength from Grenis, her mother and master of swords, which ends up with a unilateral development that seems rather unsuitable for archery.

I'm not at the stage where I can learn from her archery on my own, first of all, if I can't do a little more decent work with Arian in the archery.

My body is light today, either because I'm not wearing my usual 'Holy Armor of Berenus'.

I re-grip the wooden sword in my hand and pack it all up in time to wave the wooden sword to Arian.

I think they packed the time somewhat quicker because of the lack of armor weight or than usual stepping in, but Arian plays the punch on this one by sliding the tip slightly in response to the movement on this one.

"Colour!"

Using the bounced recoil to twist her body and try to swing the wooden sword down to Arian again to connect her from there to the next attack, she falls back under her chase there.

It's not her who misses such a gap.

Stuffing an intermission forward in the form of a flash of dogma, he releases the poke with minimal movement.

"Damn!?

My body reacted reflexively to that sharp thrust and flew heavily back.

I didn't mean to react so strongly myself, but when I returned my gaze to Arian in an attempt to reassemble the wooden sword, I noticed it was falling back about three meters gently.

To that fact, dropping her gaze between herself and her and glancing back toward Arian again, she lowered the cutting edge of the wooden sword with an apparently dissatisfied face.

"Hey, if you avoid being so exaggerated, it won't be archaic, will it?

"Mm, I'm sorry. Follow me..."

While I honestly apologize for her protest, I twist my neck to my own reaction.

When I rebuilt it again, Arian set it up better this time.

Defend against Arian's sharp punch, which is rolled out one wave at a time, with a wooden sword whose body moved reflexively to hold them, but which her body reacted more exaggerated than usual. On the fourth, she already breaks down her posture and is attacked there all at once and her wooden sword hits her flank.

"Oops!?

"Hey, even though it's always a little smaller to prevent. Why are you trying to prevent me today?

I pointed my own slightly confused eyes at Arian's face, which was somewhat unconvincing.

I didn't mean to be unusual myself, but when I saw the results, the movement was stiffer than usual.

I can cross swords again and again after that, but Arian told me that the movement was a little better when the effect of the hot spring water I was drinking expired and I returned to my bone body.

"He's back and he doesn't look well, and we're done for today?

I shook my head and responded to Arian calling me out dressed with a wooden sword on his shoulder.

"No, just one last time, Lord Arian"

"Yes, sir."

Wait for her to open up again for a few moments and put them back together again.

There was a situation that did not change significantly from the previous one, but I was convinced that there was something in me.

Drop your gaze on your hand, which became only a skeleton with its own wooden sword.

"Then come!

Stuff your time with temper and flash.

Arian returns it by sliding it in the belly of the sword without haste, returning a counterattack slightly so that the tip of the other side sews a misaligned gap.

While calmly identifying one or two strikes and her attacks, she deflects the axis to grasp the thread of the counterattack and opens an intermission to invite the target to attack there.

Play it where the attack came as you can see and create a gap in your opponent, move on to the attack to poke there, but she also came packing her body by body in anticipation of it.

Arian smiles slightly as the two squirrels compete.

"What, you can do it normally?"

"Ugh."

Grenis' voice hung from the window of the mansion there, as they were competing against each other.

We're ready for breakfast.

"Yes."

Arian answered the voice, and the morning archery opened there.

"Ha ~ I'm hungry"

With that said, I swung the wooden sword in my hand and cut the wind as I dropped off Arian's back as he stretched back to the mansion.

What I felt in my earlier battle with Arian comes back to life in me.

"Apparently, no doubt about it..."

Yes, I breathe out alone and quietly.

The body recovered by the power of hot spring water, and the emotions that accompanied it, were sensitive to the opponent's attack in the battle.

”Fear” or ”fear" of pain that the opponent feels reflexively when the attack is imminent, and those waves of emotion lead to physical rigidity and exaggerated defenses when attacking.

That's a convincing story to think about.

When you are in the skeletal body, great emotions are suppressed and you can calmly stare at the target's attack, but in the biological case, emotions return to normal, so it is natural that you cannot quickly imitate to identify and strike back an attack for yourself without any experience of holding the sword and fighting until a short while ago.

If you are a skeleton at any time during battle, you will be able to deal with it calmly, but then surely it will not grow for long.

If you continue to spend a lot of time in your biological body, you don't know when you will be stuck unless you carefully overlap your auditions in that state.

"Mmm, this could be harder than I thought..."

Such a blur of my own had been scratched out by the noise of branches and leaves that the great trees spreading over my head rattled with wind.